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BOY BLUE 

AND HIS FRIENDS 



BY 

ETTA AUSTIN BLAISDELL UY- 

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MARY FRANCES BLAISDELL 

AUTHORS OF “CHILD LIFE,” “CHILD LIFE IN TALE AND FABLE, 
“CHILD LIFE IN MANY LANDS,” “CHILD LIFE 
IN LITERATURE,” ETC. 


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BOSTON 

LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY 
1906 


U8RARY of CONGRESS 
Two Ce^iu RtMlvtd 


SEP 25 1906 


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CLAtt A KM., No. 


CONY 8. 



Copyright, 1906, 

By Little, Brown, and Company. 
All rights reserved 



THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S.A. 


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PREFACE 

This is a book of short stories for the youngest readers, — 
stories about old friends, which they can easily read themselves. 

Here they will learn why Mary’s Lamb went to school, what 
the mouse was looking for when he ran up the clock, why one 
little pig went to market, how one little pig got lost, and the 
answers to a great many other puzzling questions. 

The stories are written around some of the Mother Goose 
rhymes because the children love to meet old friends in books 
just as well as we do. 

The vocabulary is limited to words easily recognized by begin- 
ners in reading, and the sentences are made short and direct, so 
that they will be understood. The stories progress gradually 
from very easy to more difficult matter, keeping pace with the 
child’s increasing knowledge and ability, — the book being care- 
fully -arranged for use as a supplementary reader, or for home 
reading for the little ones. 


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Little Boy Blue 1 

Snowball 7 

FiEE-OR ACKER 13 

Boy Blue’s Dream 19 

Mary’s Lamb 23 

The Lamb at School 28 

Little Bo-peep 35 

Hickory, Dickoey, Dock 45 

Mistress Mary 55 

Tommy Tucker 67 

Five Little Pigs 77 

Jack and Jill 89 

Jack Horner’s Pie 103 

The Old Woman in the Shoe. . . . 117 

Miss Mufeet 129 

Humpty Dumpty 139 

The Mother Goose Book 155 












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The sheep ’s in the meadow. 

The cow ’s in the corn. 

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LITTLE BOY BLUE 

Little Boy Blue was not his real name. 
Oh, no! his real name was Richard Snow. 
But his mother always called him 
“ Little Boy Blue.” 

His father called him “Boy Blue,” too. 


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LITTLE BOY BLUE 


Every one called him “Little Boy 
Blue,” and so I will. 

Boy Blue’s eyes were as blue as the 
sky on a summer day. 

When he was a baby he always wore 
a blue ribbon in his hair. 

When he was five years old he wore 
a blue blouse and a blue cap. 

Now he wears a blue suit and a blue tie. 

For Boy Blue is seven years old now, 
and is a big boy, you see. 

Boy Blue lives on a large farm in the 
country. 

There are horses, and cows, and sheep, 
and pigs, and ducks, and hens 
and chickens on the farm. 


LITTLE BOY BLUE 


Of course, Boy Blue likes the cows 
and sheep best. 

He likes to drive the cows to the 
pasture in the morning. 

Sometimes, at night, he drives them 
home again. 

He likes to watch his father milk the 
cows and feed them. 

“When I am a big boy,” he says, “I 
shall milk my own cow every day.” 

Sometimes he goes with the boy to 
watch the sheep. 

Shep, the dog, always goes with them. 

He watches the sheep all day long. 

They like to get into the meadow where 
the grass is green and sweet. 


LITTLE BOY BLUE 


But Shep drives them out everj^ time. 
Boy Blue and Shep play together in 
the fields. 

They run and jump and chase each other. 
Boy Blue hides, and Shep finds him, 
“Bow-wow!” Shep says. “Here you 
are! Now for a frolic.” 

And off they go again. 

Boy Blue likes to feed the chickens. 
He likes to drive the ducks down to 
the brook and watch them swim 
about in the water. 

Sometimes he helps his mother take 
care of Little Sister. 

Then she calls him her “ Little Helper.” 
“No,” he says, “lam your Big Boy Blue.” 


SNOWBALL 


One morning Boy Bine had tears in 
his big blue eyes. 

He could not find his Snowball. 

You will laugh when I tell you who 
Snowball was. 

She was not hard and cold. 

She was soft and warm. 

Snowball was a pretty, white hen. 
She was Boy Blue’s very own, and she 
would follow him all over the yard. 
She would eat grain from his hand, and 
let him smooth her white feathers. 
But now Boy Blue could not find her. 


SNOWBALL 


He had looked in the hen-house and 
all over the yard. 

“Have you looked in the barn?” asked 
his mother, 

“Oh, no!” said Boy Blue, “and I saw her 
coming’ out of the barn yesterday.” 

“ So did I,” said his mother. “ I think 
you will find her in the hay.” 

Boy Blue climbed up on the hay. 

There in a corner he found his Snowball. 

When she saw her little friend, she 
began to scold. 

“Why, Snowball, what are you doing 
here?” said Boy Blue. 

“Cluck, cluck,” said Snowball. “Do 
not come too near. 


SNOWBALL 







I have some eggs in this nice 
warm nest. 

Soon I shall have some little 
chickens for yon.” 

Oh, oh!” cried Boy Blue, “I 
must tell Mamma.” 

You must feed Snowball,” said 
his mother. 

Gi^ve her^ome corn and a drink 

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SNOWBALL 


Boy Blue took very good care of his 
pretty, white Snowball. 

He gave her corn and fresh water 
every morning. 

Three weeks seemed to him a long 
time to wait. 

But Snowball did not seem to think so. 

One morning Boy Blue went out to 
feed her, and she would not leave 
her nest. 

“Cluck, cluck!” said she, “I can hear 
my little chickens.” 

Boy Blue kept very still and listened. 

“Peep, peep, peep,” he heard. 

“ Yes, Snowball,” he said, “ I can hear 
your chickens, too.” 


SNOWBALL 


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All clay he was busy helping John 
build a chicken house. 

They built the house in the field near 
the barn. 

“I know Snowball will like this house,” 
said Boy Blue. 

The next morning Snowball let him 
see her chickens. 

“Cluck, cluck, cluck!” she said. 

“Oh, how pretty they are!” said Boy 
Blue. 

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. 

“You have seven dear little snowballs.” 

Snowball was proud of her babies. 

Boy Blue put them in his hat. 

They were too little to walk. 


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SNOWBALL 


“Come, Snowball,” he said, “I have a 
new house for you.” 

“Cluck, cluck! This is a good house,” 
she said. 

Snowball and her seven little balls 
were very happj^ 

Boy Blue took good care of them, and 
they grew fast. 

When the summer was over, he had 
eight big white snowballs. 


FIRE-CRACKER 


Fourth of July ! Fourth of July ! 

This is the best day for boys in all 
the year, 

Bo}^ Blue liked the Fourth of July. 

He liked fire-craekers and torpedoes 
and fire-balloons. 

He liked everything that made a noise. 

This was the Fourth of July, but poor 
little Boy Blue had no fire-eraekers. 

He could not even blow his horn. 

Little Sister was sick, and Mamma had 
said he must be very quiet. 

It did not seem one bit like the Fourth 
of July. 


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FIRE-CRACKER 


He was sitting on the steps, whistling- 
and trying- not to care. 

“Boy Blue,” called his father, “I have 
something to show you out here.” 

The little boy jumped up and ran to 
the barn as fast as he could. 

Perhaps he was going to have some 
tire-works after all ! 

He ran into the barn, and what do 
you think he saw? 

There stood a little pony. 

He had a glossy brown coat and a 
white star on his forehead. 

“ Oh ! oh ! ” cried Boy Blue. “ Is this 
pony for me?” 

“ Yes, my boy, it is for your very own.” 


FIRE-CRACKER 


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“ What a beautiful pony ! What is his 
name, Papa?” 

“I do not know his name. 


“You must name him yourself.” 
“‘Star’ would be a good name, — or I 
might call him ‘Brownie.’ 

“Oh, I know a good name! I shall 
call him ‘Fire-cracker.’ 


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FIRE-CRACKER 


“This is the Fourth of July, you know, 
and I did want some fire-crackers 
so much!” 

Fire-cracker was a good little pony. 

He and his master soon became Yery 
fond of each other. 

Boy Blue learned to ride on his pony’s 
back, and he took long rides with 
his father. 

One day he said, “I wish I had a pony 
cart, then I could take Little Sister 
to ride. 

“Fire-cracker is very strong. I am 
sure he could draw both of us, 
if we did not go very fast.” 

Papa thought that was a good idea. 


FIRE-CRACKER 


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The next day he took Boy Blue to 
town to buy a pony cart. 

They went to two or three stores 
but they could not find one small 
enough for Fire-cracker to draw. 

At last Boy Blue saw one in a window. 

It was painted blue and had red wheels. 

It had a seat just big enough for Boy 
Blue and Little Sister. 

So Papa and Boy Blue went into the 
store and bought it. 

The next morning Boy Blue took Little 
Sister for a ride. 

Fire-cracker was very careful. 

He walked slowly and looked around 
very often to see the two children. 


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FIRE-CRACKER 


Perhaps he was thinking, “How fine 
we all look this morning! 

“That is a very pretty carriage, and 
I like this harness, too. 

“My coat shines in the sun and Boy 
Blue put a red ribbon in niy mane. 

“How proud he looks, holding the reins! 

“I think he likes to take Little Sister 
for a ride. 

“I like to see them both so happy. 

“Good-bye,! am going to trot fast now.”" 


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BOY BLUE’S DREAM 


It was a very hot day. 

Boy Blue had played all the morning 
and he was tired. 

Little Sister had been making mud 
pies and she was tired, too. 

Mamma was too busy to read to them. 

“Come, Little Sister,” said Boy Blue, 
“It is too hot to play. I will read 
my story-book to you.” 

“Where shall we go?” asked the little 
girl. 

“Let us sit under the maple tree,” said 
her brother. “It looks cool there.” 


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BOY BLUE’S DREAM 



Little Sister had her baby doll. 

She rocked back and forth as Boy 
Blue read to her. 

Soon Little Sister and her doll were 
fast asleep. 

All at once Boy Blue heard a voice. 

He listened. It 
seemed to be saying: — 

‘ Little Boy Blue, come blow your 
horn, 

The sheep ’s in the meadow. 
The cow ’s in the corn.” 


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BOY BLUE’S DREAM 


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“Oh,” thought the little boy, “I must 
hurry ! ” 

He looked for his horn. There it lay 
in the grass. 

But he was so sleepy, — he couldn’t 
run after the sheep. 

In a moment he fell asleep. 

Then he heard the voice again: — 

“Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, 

The sheep’s in the meadow. 

The cow’s in the corn.” 

Yes, he could see the cow eating the 
corn in the field. 

And there was the sheep in the meadow, 
eating the fresh green grass. 

He must call them away. 


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BOY BLUE’S DREAM 


So he took up the horn and put it to 
his mouth. 

Then he blew one loud call. 

“ Oh ! ” he said, as he opened his eyes, 
“What a loud noise that was!” 

Then he laughed and rubbed his eyes. 

“I guess I was dreaming,” he said. 

“I guess I was dreaming, too,” said 
Little Sister, opening her blue 
eyes. 

Then she waked up her doll, and Boy 
Blue went on reading from his 
story-book. 


Mary had a little lamb, 

Its fleece was white as snow. 

And everywhere that Mary went 
The lamb was sure to go. 

He followed her to school one day. 
Which was against the rule. 

It made the children laugh and play 
To see a lamb at school. 

And so the teacher put him out. 
But still he lingered near. 

And waited patiently about 
Till Mary did appear. 


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MARY’S LAMB 


Of course you know all about Mary 
and her little lamb. 

The little girl in this story was named 
Mary, and she had a little lamb, too. 

Mary was Boy Blue’s cousin. 

She lived in the city, and her father 
owmed a big toy-store. 

Mary liked to go to the store with him. 

She liked to see all the dolls and 
toys and books. 

Sometimes she played store with her 
own toys. 

But I must tell you about her lamb. 


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MARY’S LAMB 


One summer Mary went to the country 
to visit Boy Blue, 

Of course there were cows, and pigs, 
and sheep, and lambs on the farm, 

Mary liked the lambs best, and one of 
them was a great pet. 

She called him Fleecy, and pulled 
sweet clover for him to eat. 

Fleecy followed Mary all over the farm. 
Sometimes he even ran down the 
road after her. 

When Mary was going home her uncle 
said to her, “ You may take Fleecy 
with you, if you wish.” 

So the next day Fleecy had a long 
ride in the train. 


MARY’S LAMB 


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I don’t think he liked 
it very well, but he 
did n’t say a word. 

When Mary took him 
out of the box he 
was glad to run 
about in the yard. 

He soon became used to 
his new home. 

He liked to play with 
the children. 

They often played 
hide and seek. 

When they hid be- 
hind the trees he 
could always find them, 



THE LAMB AT SCHOOL 


One morning Fleecy could not find Mary. 

He looked everywhere for her. 

She was not in the yard, and she was 
not in the barn. 

He went to the gate, and looked down 
the street, but he could not see her. 

Then he went to the back door, and 
called, “ Baa-a, Baa-a ! ” but she did 
not come. 

Where could she be? 

After a long time she came running 
into the yard. 

Fleecy trotted up to her. 


THE LAMB AT SCHOOL 


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“Baa-a, Baa-a!” he said; which meant, 
I think, “Where have you been, 
Mary?” 

“I have been to school,” said Mary. 

You see she knew what he meant. 

“To school,” thought Fleecy. “I won- 
der what that is.” 

Everyday Mary went away and left him. 

Did I say every day? 

Once in a Avhile she stayed at home. 

Then Mary and the lamb played to- 
gether in the yard. 

“Now,”' thought Fleecy, “she is going 
to stay at home with me.” 

But no, on Monday Mary went away 
again. 


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THE LAMB AT SCHOOL 


At last Fleecy could bear it no longer. 

“I must go to scliool, too,” lie said. 

“I must see what Mary does all day. 

“If she goes to school to play games, 
I can play with her.” 

The next day Fleecy watched Mary 
go through the gate. 

Then he followed her very quietly. 

Mary ran along with the other little 
girls and boys. 

They were playing tag and they did 
not see Fleec}^ 

Soon he heard a bell ring. 

Then how the children ran ! 

They all ran into a little house and 
shut the door. 


THE LAMB AT SCHOOL 


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“Oh!” thought Fleecy, “What shall I 
do ? I can never open that door.” 

Just then he saw a little boy run- 
ning very fast. 

The boy ran up to the same little house. 

He opened the door and went in, but 
he did not shut it. 

Fleecy climbed up the steps. 

He put his head in at the door and 
looked around. 

He could see no one, so he walked in. 

There was another door, and that was 
open, too. 

Fleecy stood still and listened. 

The children were singing as if they 
were very happy. 


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THE LAMB AT SCHOOL 



Then he put his head against the 
door and pushed it wide open. 

What a room-full of children he saw! 

And they were all sitting very still, 
and not playing at all. 

“ I don’t think I shall like school,” 
thought Fleecy. 

Just then the children saw him. 

How they did laugh to 
see a lamb at school ! 
The moment Fleecy saw 
Mary he ran up to 
her. 


THE LAMB AT SCHOOL 


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The children laughed and laughed. 

The teacher laughed, too. 

Of course the lamb could not stay in 
school all the morning. 

The children could not work because 
they liked to watch him. 

So Mary put him out and shut the door. 

But Fleecy nibbled some sweet clover 
and waited for Mary. 

When the children came out he trotted 
home with them. 

After that day Fleecy often went to 
school with the children. 

But he never went in again. 

I think he liked clover better than books. 




Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep. 

And can’t tell where to find them ; 

Leave them alone, and they ’ll come home. 
And bring their tails behind them. 

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep. 

And dreamed she heard them bleating; 
But when she awoke she found it a joke, 
For they were still a-fleeting. 

Then up she took her little crook. 
Determined for to find them; 

She found them, indeed, but it made her 
heart bleed. 

For they ’d left their tails behind them. 




LITTLE BO-PEEP 


Alice is seven years old to-day. 

She is going to have a birthday party. 

Alice’s aunt wrote the invitations, and 
Alice gave them to all her little 
school friends. 

The invitation said: — 

“Little Bo-peep is to have a birthday 
party. She would like to have 
you come and help her take care 
of her sheep. ' Please come Friday 
afternoon after school.” 

Of course the children asked Alice 
about her party. 


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LITTLE BO-PEEP 


“Are you little Bo-peep?” they said. 

“Have you lost your sheep? 

“ Are we going to help you find 
them?” 

“No,” said Alice, “But my sheep have 
lost their tails, I think. 

“You’ll know all about it on Friday.” 

At last it was Friday afternoon. 

The children came to school all dressed 
for the party. 

It was very hard to wait. 

How slowly the clock ticked! 

Two o’clock! Three o’clock! Four 
o’clock, at last! 

The children ran almost all the way 
to Alice’s house. 


LITTLE BO-PEEP 


When they were all ready Alice put 
on a tall cap. 

Then she took a long crook and stood 
in the middle of the floor. 

As she called the names of the children 
they stood in a line behind her. 

Then they began to march and sing: 

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, 

And can’t tell where to find them ; 

Let them alone, and they’ll come home, 
And bring their tails behind them.” 

The children marched around the room, 
and through the hall into the 
dining-room. 

There they saw a big green curtain, 
and there they found the sheep. 


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LITTLE BO-PEEP 


“ She found them, indeed, but it made her heart 
bleed, 

For they’d left their tails behind them.” 

Sure enough! There was a sheep on 
the curtain, but it had no tail. 

There were some tails in a box on the 
table. 

Bo-peep’s mother gave one of them to 
each of the children. 

“Now,” said Bo-peep, “I will try first 
to pin a tail on the sheep.” 

So her mother tied a handkerchief over 
her eyes, turned her around three 
times, and said, “ Go.” 

Bo-peep started off bravely, and pinned 
the tail to her mother’s apron 1 


LITTLE BO-PEEP 


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How the children laughed ! and Bo- 
peep laughed too, when she saw 
what she had done. 

Boy Blue was sure he could pin a tail 
on the sheep. 

But he pinned it right on the corner 
of the table cloth. 

Then it was Mary’s turn. She shut 
her eyes tight and walked very 
straight. 

She was going to pin the tail in just 
the right place. 

All the children stood still and watched 
her cross the room. 

She pinned on the tail, and how they 
all shouted! 


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LITTLE BO-PEEP 


She had put it into the sheep’s mouth. 

But she did better than any one else. 

So Bo-peep’s mother gave her a little 
woolly lamb to take home to her 
baby brother. 

All the children had a good time at 
the party. 

They played games and ate ice-cream 
and cake and candy. 

Then they sang songs, and Alice’s 
mother told them some stories. 

Last of all they sang “Little Bo-peep” 
again. 

And to this day they call Alice “Little 
Bo-peep.” 



All the children had a good time at the party.” 



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Hickory, dickory, dock! 

The mouse ran up the clock. 
The clock struck one 
And down he run. 
Hickory, dickory, dock! 




HICKORY, HICKORY, DOCK 

It was very quiet all over the house. . 

Little Boy Blue was fast asleep, dream- 
ing of Santa Claus. 

Boy Blue’s father and mother were 
asleep, too, but I don’t know what 
they were dreaming about. 

“Not a creature was stirring, not even 
a mouse.” 

Hark! Was that a mouse? Yes, I 
think it was. 

Some one was awake after all. 

Mr. and Mrs. Mouse lived iii a hole 
in the pantry wall. 


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HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK 


They were talking quite loud now. 

“Yes, we must move right away,” 
Mrs, Mouse was saying. 

“ This nest is not large enough for six.” 

“That is true,” said Mr. Mouse. “I can’t 
get my tail in now, and when the 
babies grow, it will be still worse,” 

“But where shall we go?” said Mrs. 
Mouse. 

“I will go house-hunting this very 
night, my dear.” 

“ Be sure you find a large house, where 
the cat can’t find us.” 

“Yes, indeed!” said Mr. Mouse. Then 
he whisked through a little hole 
and went away. 


HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK 


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“Be careful, dear,” called Mrs. Mouse, 
and she peeped through the hole 
and watched him out of sight. 

Mr. Mouse ran across the kitchen floor 
into the dining-room. 

It was very still ! 

Then he ran into the hall. 

“This is too far from the kitchen,” 
he thought. 

“I am afraid the babies would have to 
go to bed hungry in here.” 

Then he went back into the dining-room. 

“This would be a good place for us,” 
he thought. 

He looked all around the room. 

Where could he And a home? 


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HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK 


It must be high up out of the reach of 
Pussy Cat, and big enough for Mrs. 
Mouse and her four babies. 

What was that in the corner? 

It was like a box, only very, very 
tall. 

Mr. Mouse certainly did not know 
what it was, but I will tell you. 

It was Boy Blue’s grandfather’s clock. 

It had stood in that corner a long, 
long time, but Mr. Mouse had 
never seen it before. 

“I think I could make a good nest on 
top of that box,” he thought. 

“Pussy Cat could not get uj) there, I 
know.” 


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51 


So Mr. Mouse began to run up the clock. 

He heard it ticking very loudly. 

“Tick-tock! Tick-tock!” it was saying. 

“I wonder what that noise is,” he said 
to himself. 

“I hope it doesn’t make that noise 
in the day-time. 

“It might keep the babies awake.” 

He climbed a little higher, looking 
this way and that. 

“I think Mrs. Mouse will like this,” 
he thought. 

Just then the clock struck one. 

How Mr. Mouse trembled! 

He nearly fell off the clock, he was 
so frightened. 


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52 HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK 

He took one jump down to the floor, 
and then he ran. 

Oh, how he ran! Across the dining- 
room, across the kitchen, across 
the i^antry, and into his hole he 
ran 1 

“Oh, my dear, my dear! what is the 
matter ? ” cried his wife. “ Did 
you see the dog? Was the cat 
chasing you?” 

‘No, no!” panted Mr. Mouse, 

“I was hunting for a house, and I 
climbed up on a tall box. 

“Just as I had found the very place 
for us, there was an awful noise 
inside the box.” 


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53 


“ That was a clock, my clear,” said his 
wife. 

“It tells Boy Blue’s mother when to 
have dinner, and when to put 
the baby to bed. 

“I have heard her telling Boy Blue 
about it.” 

“I think it was telling me it Avas 
time to go home,” said Mr. Mouse, 
and they both laughed softly so 
as not to wake up the babies. 

The next night Mr. Mouse went house- 
hunting in the barn. 

There he found a very good home in 
a box of grain. 






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Mistress Mary, quite contrary, 
How does your garden grow ? 
With silver bells, and cockle shells. 
And pretty maids all in a row. 



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MISTRESS MARY 


Once upon a time tliei;e was a little 
girl named Mary. 

She had no brothers and sisters, but 
she had a dear, good father and 
mother. 

Mary always went to school with her 
little friends. 

She played with them after school and 
on Saturdays. 

One Saturday in winter all the chil- 
dren went coasting down the long 
hill near the school-house. 


58 


MISTRESS MARY 


Mary took her new red sled and went 
with them. 

Oh, it was such fun to coast down that 
long hill ! 

The children ran and laughed and 
shouted all the way. 

They had not been coasting long when 
Mary fell off her sled right into a 
snow bank. 

That was fun, too, and Mary did n’t 
care one bit. 

But when she tried to stand up, it hurt 
her so it made tears come into her 
brown eyes. 

“ Are you hurt very much ? ” asked 
little Boy Blue. 


MISTRESS MARY 


59 


“ My foot hurts,” said Mary, trying not 
to cry. 

“We’ll give you a ride home,” said 
Jack Horner. 

So Mary sat on her sled, and Boy Blue 
and Jack Horner played they were 
her horses. 

They trotted so fast that Mary was 
soon at home and in her mother’s 
arms. 

When the doctor saw Mary’s foot he 
shook his head. 

“ This little girl has spfained her foot,” 
he said. 

“ She will have to stay in the house 
for some time.” 


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MISTRESS MARY 


I am afraid Mary cried when the doctor 
said tliis. 

She did not like to stay at home. 

She wanted' to go to school with all 
her playmates. 

She wanted to go coasting and skating 
and play in the snow. 

In a few days Mary could sit hy the 
window and watch the children. 

Then she was not so lonely. 

Jack brought home her school books 
and she studied very hard. 

“ I want to keep up with my class, 
Mamma,” she said. 

So every day Mary and her mother 
played school together. 


MISTRESS MARY 


61 


Every week Miss Brown came in to 
see how the little g'irl was getting 
along. 

Of course the children went to see 
Mary very often. 

They told her everything they had 
been doing in school. 

One day Jack said, “ I think it would 
be good fun to give Mary a sur- 
prise party.” 

“ Oh yes,” said Alice, “ and we can all 
take something to make her happy.” 

“ We can have the party next Saturday 
afternoon,” said Jack. 

“I asked Mary’s mother, and she said 
we could come at two o’clock.” 


MISTRESS MARY 


At recess the children told Miss Brown 
about the surprise party. 

“Why don’t you take some plants to 
Mary?” she said. 

“Then she could have a garden to 
watch while she has to stay in the 
house.” 

“ Oh, that’s just the thing for Mistress 
Mary,” said Jack. 

And all the children began to sing: — 

“ Mistress Mary quite contrary 
How does your garden grow '? 

With silver bells, and cockle shells, 

And pretty maids all in a row.” 

Saturday afternoon Mary was playing 
with her dolls when the bell rang. 


MISTRESS MARY 


63 



“Alice lias come to play with me,” she 
thought. 

Just then the door opened and there 
stood twelve little boys and girls. 


Each one was carrying a plant with 
a pretty, bright blossom. 

They marched in singing “ Mistress 
Mary,” and little Mistress Mary 
laughed, and cried, and clapped her 
hands, all in one minute. 


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MISTRESS MARY 


Tlien the children ])iit tlie plants on a 
table near the window wliere 
IMary could see them. 

There were geraniums, and pinks ; a 
sweet heliotrope, and a rose-bush 
with a piidc rose. 

Alice brought the heliotrope, and Jack 
brought the rose-bush. 

How bright and cheerful the plants 
made the room look ! 

The children stayed an hour and played 
games with Mary. 

They played “hide the thimble” and 
one or two guessing games, be- 
cause Mary could not run around 
the room with them. 


MISTRESS MARY 


65 


Then tliey had some little cakes and 
cookies which Mary’s mother had 
made for them. 

When it was time to go home they 
left a very liappy little girl. 

“ Good-bye,” said Mary, “ I hope you 
will come very often. 

“ Thank you for the lovely plants. My 
table looks like a flower garden.” 

“ Yes, Mistress Mary,” said Jack, “ we’ll 
come to see how your garden 
grows. You ought to have some 
silver bells and some cockle shells.” 

In a few weeks Mistress Mary, as 
every one called her now, came 
back to school. 


MISTRESS MARY 


She could run and play as well as any 
of the children. 

But she did not forget her garden, and 
she often brought some of her 
flowers to school. 

When the spring came she made a 
garden out of doors for her 
plants. 

And what do you think she put all 
around the flower bed? 

She put a splendid row of little white 
shells. 


Little Tommy Tucker, 

Sings for his supper. 

What shall he eat ? 

White bread and butter. 

How can he cut it without any knife 
How can he marry without any wife? 




TOMMY TUCKER 

One summer Mary went to make 
Grandma Hall a visit. 

Grandma’s little girls were all grown 
up now, and Grandma and Grandpa 
lived alone on the farm. 

Mary liked to go there to visit because 
Grandma could tell such splendid 
stories, and there were always so 
many things to do. 

It was Saturday and Mary had been 
busy all the morning helping 
Grandma make cookies, and pies, 
and cakes. 


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TOMMY TUCKER 


After dinner Grandma and little Mary 
took their sewing and sat out un- 
der the old apple-tree in the garden. 

Grandma was making a cap, and Mary 
was making a white apron for her 
mother. 

They had been sitting there only a 
little while when Mary saw a 
ragged hoy coming down the road 
towards the house. 

Running along close behind him was 
a ragged little dog. 

The boy had a violin in his hand. 

When he saw the little girl and her 
grandmother he stood still and 
began to play. 


TOMMY TUCKER 


71 


As he played, the little dog stood up 
on his hind legs and tried to sing. 

“ Bow-wow, wow ! ” he barked, and oh, 
he did look so funny! 

“Please ask the boy to bring that 
funny dog over here. Grandma,” 
said Mary. 

“ Come here, little boy,” said Grandma. 
“ What is your name ? ” 

“My name is Tommy,” said the boy, 
“ and this is my dog Rags.” 

“ Run and get Tommy and the dog some 
cookies, Mary,” said Grandma, “I 
guess they are both hungry.” 

Tommy looked so tired that Mrs. Hall 
asked him to sit down and rest. 


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TOMMY TUCKER 


“ Where do you live ? ” she asked. 

“I don’t live any where,” replied Tommy, 
‘T just have my dog* Eag'S, and 
he and I sleep wherever we can.” 

“ Well,” said Grandma, “you must both 
stay here to-night. We can find 
a place for a boy and a dog some- 
where in this big house.” 

I can’t tell you how happy Tommy was. 

Eags seemed happy, too. 

He did all the tricks he knew, and for 
every trick he got a big, sweet 
cookie. 

After supper Tommy wanted to help, 
so he went out to the barn with 
Grandpa Hall. 


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73 


Eag’s trotted along behind him, wag- 
ging his tail and harking at every- 
thing he saw. 

“What can yon do, Tommy?” asked 
Grandpa. 

“ I can play my violin and sing,” said 
Tommy. “ That is all I know how 
to do.” 

Little Tommy Tucker, 

Sings for his supper. 

I think we shall have to call you 
‘Tommy Tucker’,” said Grandpa. 

But Tommy could do many things be- 
sides sing and play. 

He helped Grandpa Hall feed the hens 
and chickens. 


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TOMMY TUCKER 


He gave them fresh water and found 
all the eggs. 

Then he brought in some wood for 
Grandma’s fire. 

There are a great many things for a 
boy to do on a farm. 

That night, after the children had gone 
to bed, Grandpa said, 

“ I wish Tommy could live here with 
us all the time. 

“I would like a good boy to help me.” 

“ That is a good idea,” said Grandma. 

“ It is lonely now that all our children 
are gone. 

“And Tommy is just the kind of a boy 
I like.” 


TOMMY TUCKER 


75 


So the next morning Grandma asked 
Tommy if he would like to live 
with them. 



“Could Eags stay here, too?” asked 
Tommy. 


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TOMMY TUCKER 


“ Of course he could,” said Grraiidma. 

“You could help Grandpa in the sum- 
mer, and in the winter you could 
go to school.” 

What do you think Tommy did? 

He couldn’t say a word. 

He threw his arms around Grandma’s 
neck and kissed her. 

“Bow-wow,” said Rags, jumping up 
beside them and barking as hard 
as he could. 

“ Bow-wow, this is a good home. Tommy.” 

And Tommy thought so too. 


This little pig went to market, 

This little pig stayed at home, 

This little pig had bread and butter. 
This little pig had none. 

This little pig cried, “Wee, wee, wee 
“ I can’t find my way home! ’’ 


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FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


Tommy Tucker and Mary had been 
busy all day helping* Grandpa Hall 
pick apples. 

Now the supper dishes were done and 
the lamp was lighted. 

“ Tell us a story, Grandma,” they 
begged. 

“What shall I tell you?” said Grandma. 

“ Shall I tell you about ‘ The Three 
Bears,’ or ‘ Tom Thumb,’ or ‘ Red 
Riding Hood’?” 

“Tell us a new story, please,” said 
Mary. 


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FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


“Well, I will tell you the story of the 
‘ Five Little Pigs 

“What five little pigs?” the children 
asked at the same moment. 

“ You know,” said Grandma. 

‘‘This little pig went to market, 

This little pig stayed at home, 

This little pig had bread and butter. 

This little pig had none, 

This little pig cried, ‘ Wee, wee, wee! 

‘I can’t find my way home!”’ 

“Is there a story about those little 
pigs ? ” asked Mary. “ I know I 
should like that.” 

So Grandma Hall told the children this 
story : 


FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


81 


Once upon a time there was a mother 
pig and she had five little pigs. 

They were the very prettiest little 
pigs you ever saw. 

They were every one white, with pretty 
pink noses and very curly tails. 

Perhaps the mother pig tied each little 
tail up at night to make it curl 
more tightly. 

Curly and Whitey, Pearly and Twisty, 
and Baby, were the names of the 
five little pigs. 

One day the mother pig said to Curly: 

“ You must go to market to-day, my 
son. I want a nice big cabbage 
for my soup.” 


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FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


So this little pig went to market. 

The market was not very far away, — 
just down the road and across the 
field to Grandpa Hall’s cabbage 
patch, 

“Be sure and get a good large one,” 
said the mother pig, as Curly 
trotted awaj^ 

“ Oh, Mother,” said Whitey, “ may I go 
to market with Curly ? ” 

“ No, Whitey,” said his mother, “ I 
want jmu to stay at home and 
take care of Baby. 

“I shall be very busy all the morning. 

“ You may take Baby out into the 


yard and play with her.” 


FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


83 


So this little pig stayed at home. 

Whitey took Baby and went out into 
the yard. 

Pearly and Twisty were out there, hut 
they were not playing. 

I am sorry to have to say that they 
were quarrelling, for one little pig 
had some bread and butter and the 
other little pig had none. 

After a while the two little pigs stopped 
quarrelling, and then they all be- 
gan to play together. 

First they played tag, then they played 
hide and seek. 

“ Oh, there is Curly ! ” said Whitey. 

“ See what a big cabbage he has ! ” 


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FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


Sure enough, Curly was coming down 
the road with a cabbage as big as 
his OAvn head. 

Mother Pig took the cabbage and put 
it into her soup. 

Oh, how good the dinner did smell to 
the hungry little pigs! 

“Come to dinner, children,” called their 
mother at last ; and then what a 
scampering there was ! 

One, two, three, four little pigs. 

They almost fell over each other, they 
were in such a hurry. 

“ Where is Baby ? ” cried Mother Pig. 

Then all the pigs were so frightened 
that their noses turned white. 


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85 


Where was she, indeed ? 

They had forg*otten to watch her 
wliile they were playing hide and 
seek. 

Where could she he? 

They all ran out of the house faster 
than they ran in. 

“Perhaps she ran after me and got 
lost,” thought Curly, and he ran 
down the big road. 

Pearly thought she would go to the 
woods behind the barn. 

Twisty ran across the big meadow. 

Mother Pig walked slowly up the road, 
looking behind all the trees and 
under all the bushes. 


FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


“Baby, Baby, Baby!” you could hear 
them all calling. 

As Twisty ran along beside the brook, 
she thought she heard a noise. 

“ Baby, Baby ! ” she called. 

“ Wee, wee, wee ! ” cried Baby Pig, “ I 
can’t find my way home.” 

When Twisty heard this she ran 
so fast she nearlj^ fell into the 
brook. 

There sat Baby Pig on a stone, wiping 
the tears out of her eyes with an 
oak leaf. 

“ Oh, Baby I ” said Twisty, giving her 
sister a good hug, “what made 
you run away?” 


FIVE LITTLE PIGS 


87 


“ I did IV t run away, I got lost,” said 
Baby, “and I want to see my 
mother.” 

So Twisty and Baby ran home as fast 
as they could. 

There were all the little pigs looking 
very sad because they had not 
found Baby. 

When they saw her coming they ran 
to meet her, and Curly carried her 
into the house “pig-a-back.” 

Then they ate their cabbage soup, and 
it tasted all the better for waiting. 




Jack and Jill 

Went up the hill, 

To get a pail of water. 

Jack fell down 

And broke his crown, 

And Jill came tumbling after. 


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Tommy Tucker and Mary had many 
good times tog’ether that summer. 

They fished in the brook at the end of 
the meadow. 

They went berrying* and took their 
dinner with them. 

They rode to market in the big- wagon 
with Grandpa Hall. 

In fact, they did everything that boys 
and girls who live on a farm like 
to do. 

But they did not always play alone. 

In the very next house lived another 
little boy and girl. 


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JACK AND JILL 


This little boy and girl were twins, and 
they looked as much alike as two 
green peas. 

Mary called them Jack and Jill, but I 
don’t know what their mother 
called them. 

Jack and Jill lived in a little house at 
the top of the hill. 

In the winter, when the snow w^as 
on the ground, it was fine coast- 
ing down that long hill. 

The twins had new red sleds that 
Santa Claus had left them on 
Christmas morning. 

Jack’s sled was named “Eacer,” and 
Jill called hers “ Lady Bird.” 


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93 


Their father had to paint the names 
on the sleds, for the sleds were 
twins, too. 

After school and on Saturday you could 
often find Jack and Jill, with 
“ Racer” and “ Lady Bird,” coast- 
ing down the hill together. 

But this story is not about coasting in 
the winter. 

It is about a slide Jack and Jill took 
one day in summer. 

Mary and Tommy Tucker went to 
Jack’s house one morning to 
play with the twins. 

Jill saw them coming and ran out to 
meet them. 


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JACK AND JILL 


“Come clown to the sand-bank,” slie 
cried. “ We Ve got something new 
down there. Papa gave it to us.” 

So they all took hold of hands and ran 
down the hill. 

“ Be careful, Jack,” said Tommy. 
“Don’t fall down and break your 
crown.” 

When they reached the sand-bank, 
what do you think they found? 

There was an old stove with a great 
big oven. 

Some of the covers were gone, and 
there was no funnel. But the 
oven was all right, and that was 
what Mary needed. 


JACK AND JILL 


95 


“ Let’s make our oven full of cakes and 
pies,” said Mary. 

“ I ’ll build the fire,” said Jack. 

“ And I’ll help you get the wood,” said 
Tommy. 

How the boys worked to get some dry 
leaves and sticks! 

Of course they could not light the fire 
but it was almost as much fun. 

The little girls went to work at once 
getting out their table and dishes. 

The table was a long board, and their 
dishes came from everywhere. 

The pie plates were pretty, round shells 
that Mary had brought from the 
seashore. 


JACK AND JILL 


Grandma Hall had given them some 
small tins to make cakes in. 

Then there was a cracked howl and a 
teapot without a handle. 

Plenty of dishes, you see, for a morn- 
ing’s baking. 

“ What shall we bake this morning?” 
said Mary. 

“ Oh, let ’s make some plum cake and 
blueberry cake. 

“Then we can make some blueberry 
pies and some apple pies.” 

“ Oh yes ! ” said Mary, “ and I ’ll make 
some apple turnovers.” 

By this time the boys had the fire laid 
and the wood-box filled with wood. 


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“ What can we do now? ” said Tommy. 

“ You can get ns some blueberries for 
our cakes and pies,” said Jill. 

So the boj^s took the cracked bowl and 
filled it with little p’ound seeds 
they called blueberries. 

“ I know where I can get some apples,” 
said Mary, and away she ran 
across the field. 

She was back again in a few minutes 
with her apron full of little green 
apples. 

“You know, Jill,” she said, “green 
apples make very good pies.” 

Just then the boys came back with the 
berries and the baking was begun. 


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JACK AND JILL 


After a dozen pies had been put into 
the oven, Jill said, “Oh, Jack! we 
must have some more water. 

“ Will you run up to the house and get 
some ? ” _ 

“ Yes,” said Jack, “if someone will go 
with me.” 

Tommy had gone for more apples and 
Mary was mixing her cake. 

“ I will go with you,” said Jill. “ Here 
is our pail.” 

So Jack and Jill went up the hill to 
get a pail of water. 

Their mother let them fill their pail. 

Then she gave them four cookies that 
she had just taken from the oven. 


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AVlien they started down the hill, Jack 


“Oh, do 

be careful. Jack ! ” 

said 

Jill, 

“ or 

you will — ” 



But she 

did n’t say any more. 


For down went Jack, down 

went 

Jill, 

and 

down went the pail. 




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JACK AND JILL 


Tommy and Mary saw them fall and 
ran to help them. 

“ Oh, Jack ! ” said Mary, “ did you 
break yonr crown?” 

“No,” laug-hed Jack, “but Jill came 
tumbling after.” 

“ We ought to have known better than 
to let Jack and Jill go for a pail 
of water,” said Tommy. 

“I’ve broken the cookies,” said Jill. 
“ Let ’s go and ask Mamma for 
some more.” 

So they all went up the hill for more 
water and cookies. 

This time Mary and Tommy carried 
the water down the hill. 


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. The pies were baked, and the cakes 
ready to put into the oven in a 
. very few minutes. 

When Jill’s mother called the children 
to dinner, there was a long row 
of cakes and pies and cookies. 

“We ought to eat our dinner here,” said 
Mary. 

“ I like mother’s pies and cookies best,” 
said Jack. 

So Jack and Jill ran up the hill once 
more, and Mary and Tommy 
climbed over the fence and ran 
across the garden to see what 
Grandma Hall had for their dinner. 


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Little Jack Horner 
Sat in a corner. 

Eating his Christmas pie ; 

He put in his thumb 
And pulled out a plum. 

And said, “What a big boy am I 





JACK HORNER’S PIE 


I am going to tell you about another 
one of Boy Blue’s friends. 

His name was Jack Horner. 

At least, Boy Blue called him Jack 
Horner. 

And I ’ll tell you why he called him 
Jack Horner, too. 

His real name was Jack Horne. 

Jack was a very jolly boy. 

He had round red cheeks and twin- 
kling eyes, and he was always 
running and jumping about and 
laughing at everything. 


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JACK HORNER’S PIE 


One morning when he waked up he 
was happier than ever. 

In fact, he was the happiest boy in 
town. 

I know he was, for he said so, and he 
ought to know. 

His birthday was coining. 

Indeed, it was the very next day. 

And the very next day was Christmas, 
too. 

Think of having a birthday and 
Christmas on the same day ! 

How would you like that? 

Jack was going to have a birthday 
party. 

Or was it a Christmas party? 


JACK HORNER’S PIE 


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Jack could n’t tell which it was. 

All the children were coming, — Boy 
Blue, and Mary, and Alice, and 
Tommy Tucker, and ever so many 
more. 

There was a secret about the party. 

Jack’s mother had told him, hut he 
would not tell. 

Boy Blue tried to guess. 

“Is it a Christmas tree. Jack?” 

“ Are we going to make candy ? ” 

“Is Santa Claus coming?” 

“Are we going on a sleigh-ride?” 

“No, no, no!” said Jack. “You will 
never guess.” 

At last Christmas Day came. 


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JACK HORNER’S PIE 


Jack could hardly stop to look at all 
of his presents. 

He was thinking of the party and of 
getting the secret ready. 

At two o’clock the children came to 
the party. 

They each brought Jack a present. 

Mistress Mary brought him some roses. 

“ They grew on the rose-bush you gave 
me,” she said. 

At first the children played games. 

They played “ blind man’s buff,” and 
“ hide the thimble.” and “ button, 
button, who has the button.” 

At four o’clock Jack’s mother came 
into the room. 


JACK HORNER’S PIE 


109 


“I think you must all be hungry by 
this time,” she said. 

“Will you come and see what I have 
for joii ?” 

So the children followed Mrs. Horne 
through the long hall into the 
dining-room. 

Oh, there were such good things for 
hungry children ! 

There were pretty little cakes with 
pink and white frosting, and 
oranges, and nuts, and raisins, 
and apples, and candy. 

Boy Blue’s father had heard about the 
party and had sent the apples 
from the farm. 


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JACK HORNER’S PIE 


Boy Blue’s mother had sent some candy 
made of maple sugar and nuts. 

Oh, it was so good ! 

When each one had eaten some of 
the cakes, and some of the nuts, 
and some of the candy, Mrs. Horne* 
went out into the kitchen. 

Jack began to laugh and his eyes 
looked very big and wise. 

“ The surprise is coming ! ” cried Boy 
Blue. “The surprise is coming!” 

And sure enough ! In came Mrs. 
Horne, carrying a huge pie in 
her hands. 

“ This is Jack Horner’s pie,” she said. 
“I think it is full of plums.” 





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Then she put it on the table in front 
of Jack. 

He stood up and said : — 

“ Little Jack Horner 
Stood near a corner 
Cutting his birthday pie. 

He put in his thumb 
And pulled out a plum, 

And said, ‘ What a big boy am I ! ’ ” 

How the children laughed! 

Jack had cut the paper 'crust of his 
birthday pie. 

Then he had put in his hand and 
pulled out something. 

It was surely too big for a real 
plum. 


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JACK HORNER’S PIE 


“ For Boy Blue,” said Jack, giving 
him the package. 

Boy Blue took off the white paper and 
there was a tiny horn, tied with a 
blue ribbon. 

Then Jack pulled out another plum. 

It was a book about flowers for Mistress 
Mary. 

Tommy Tucker had a knife. 

“ That ’s to cut your bread with,” said 
Jack Horner. 

Mary found a woolly lamb in her plum. 

The lamb’s head would come off, and 
inside was a tiny bottle of cologne. 

Jack and Jill each had a little pail 
filled with candies. 


JACK HORNER’S PIE 


115 


Jack’s plum was in the very bottom 
of the pie. 

It was a dear little watch, 

“ Now, I shall not be late to school 
again,” he said. 

It was Jack, yon know, who let IMary’s 
lamb into school. 

He was late that morning and did not 
shut the door. 

When it was time for the children to 
go home Mr. Horne packed them 
all into his big sleigh. 

“Good-bye, Jack!” they cried. 

“Good-bye, Jack Horner, we have had 
a lovely time!” 







There was an old woman 
Who lived in a shoe, 

She had so many children 
She did n’t know what to do. 

She gave them some butter 
Without any bread; 

Then she spanked them all soundly. 
And sent them to bed. 







THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


You remember I told you that Boy 
Blue lived on a big’ farm. 

In the winter Boy Blue could not go 
to school because the school-house 
was so far from his home. 

So Mary’s mother said, “ Boy Blue can 
spend the winter with us and go 
to school with Mary.” 

Of course the children thought that 
would be fine. 

Mary did n’t have any brothers or 
sisters, and sometimes she was 
rather lonely. 


120 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


So Boy Blue went to spend the winter 
with Mary. 

He was sorry to leave Fire-cracker 
and his eight white Snowballs. 

“I shall be back in the spring,” he 
said. “ John will have to take 
care of you this winter.” 

Boy Blue had never seen such a large 
school in all his life. 

In the little country school there were 
only ten children. 

In Mary’s school there were fifty boys 
and girls in one room, and there 
were ten rooms in the school-house. 

Now* it was winter, and there was 
snow on the ground. 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


121 


The children had been to school three 
months. 

Every afternoon they had great fun 
coasting down the long hill behind 
the school-house. 

One day Miss Smith said, “Children, do 
you know what month this is ? ” 

“Yes, yes!” they all said. “This is 
December.” 

“ Christmas comes this month,” said 
one little girl. 

Then they all talked at once. 

Oh, how they liked Christmas, and 
Santa Claus and Christmas trees! 

They hoped Santa Claus would bring 
them many presents. 


122 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


At last Miss Smith said, “Shall we 
have a Christmas tree this year 
in school ? ” 

Of course they all wanted one. 

“ I know something better than a 
Christmas tree,” said Miss Smith. 

“ Something better than a Christmas 
tree ! ” said Mistress Mary. “ What 
can it he ? ” 

“ I must tell you about it,” said Miss 
Smith. “You know I have told 
you about Mrs. Brown.” 

“Yes,” said Boy Blue, “she is the ‘Old 
Woman in the Shoe.’” 

Miss Smitli laughed. “ Is that what 
you call her?” she said. 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


123 


“Yes,” said Mary, “you know she has 
a great many children.” 

“AVell, Tommy and Betty Brown have 
been sick a long time. 

“Mrs. Brown has had to work very 
hard to get food to eat. 

“ I am afraid they will not liaA^e a 
happy Christmas. 

“I think we might have a Christmas 
box, and fill it with all kinds of 
good things. 

“We can put things to eat and wear in 
the box, and you can bring some 
toys, too. 

“ Then on Christmas day we can send 
the box to Mrs. Brown. 


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THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


“That would make her happy, and it 
would make us happy, too.” 

The children all thougdit this was a 
very good idea. 

Jack said, “I think it would be great 
fun if we could have a box the 
shape of a big shoe. I know my 
father could make us one. I will 
ask him to-night.” 

So Jack’s father made a big wooden 
shoe, and the boys helped him 
paint it black. 

When the shoe was finished, the 
children began to fill it. 

In the toe of the shoe Jack put two 
large squashes. 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


125 


Mary brought a bag of potatoes and 
some big red apples. 

Boy Blue wrote a letter to his mother 
and told her about the Christmas 
shoe. 

So Mrs. Snow sent a roasted chicken, 
a dozen eggs, and some fresh 
butter that she had made. 

I cannot tell you all the things 
that found their way into that 
wooden shoe. 

There was everything that hungry 
little boys and girls like to eat. 

There were games and toys for the 
boys, and dolls with pretty dresses 
for the girls. 


126 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


And there was a fine new dress for 
Mrs. Brown, too. 

The day before Christmas the shoe 
was ready and Mr. Horne came 
for it with a big M^agon. 

]Miss Smith put a card in the shoe. 
It said : — 

“A Merry Christmas to Mrs. Brown 
and all the little Browns, from 
Maggie’s and Tommy’s school- 
mates.” 

“ Look, Mamma ! ” said little Maggie 
Brown. “What is that wagon 
stopping here for, and what is 
that funny thing in it?” 

Mrs. Brown came to the window just 


THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


127 


as Mr. Horne took the shoe out 
of the wagon. 


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THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE 


Tommy, and Katie, and Mary, and 
Alice, all ran to see. 

Oil, they Avere so happy when the shoe 
Avas brought in and thej^ found it 
Avas something for them! 

Mrs. Brown Avas happy, too, to think 
that her children Aimuld haA^e such 
a merry Christmas. 

She told Mr. Horne to wish all the 
children who sent the shoe a 
very, very happy Christmas. 

“And tell them,” she said, “to come 
and see ‘the Old Woman in the 
Shoe ’ and her children I ” 


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MISS MUFFET 


It was the Christmas vacation and 
Boy Blue and Mary were at home 
every day. 

Boy Blue wished to go to his own 
home on the farm in his vacation„ 

He wished to see his father and 
mother, and little sister, and Fire- 
cracker, and his eight Snowballs. 

But one night he had a letter from 
his mother. 

Of course he could read it himself, 
because he was seven years old and 
had been to school two years. 


132 


MISS MUFFET 


When he read the letter he danced 
u]3 and down for joy. 

He danced right throngdi the hall into 
the dining-room and showed his 
letter to Mary. 

Then she danced, too, because the 
letter said that Boy Blue’s father 
and mother were coming to see 
him the very next day. 

And, best of all. Little Sister was 
coming to stay two weeks. 

When it was time to go to the station 
to meet Little Sister and her 
mother. Boy Blue could hardly 
wait for the train. 

At last it came, bringing the two 


MISS MUFFET 


133 


dearest people in all the world, 
and Boy Blue laughed, and cried, 
and asked questions, all in the 
same minute. 

“Where is Papa? 

“Is he coming to-morrow? 

“How is Fire-cracker? 

“Are you going to stay two weeks?”" 

“ Wait, wait, children!” said Mrs. Snow, 
“ask one question at a time.” 

They rode to Mary’s house in a car, 
and all these questions and many 
others were asked and answered. 

It was the night before Christmas and 
the children were going to hang 
up their stockings. 


134 


MISS MUFFET 


“Hang them by the chimney in your 
playroom,” said Mary’s mother. 
“ Then Santa Claus won’t have 
far to go.” 

So the children ran up to the playroom 
with their stockings. 

“ Oh, look ! ” said Boy Blue. “ Sister’s 
stocking is so small that Santa 
Claus can’t get even a rag doll 
into it.” 

IMary found a basket for Little Sister. 

“You can put this right under your 
stocking, dear,” she said. 

“I will write a letter to Santa Claus 
and tell him where to put your 
presents.” 


MISS MUFFET 


135 


So she wrote this letter and pinned it 
on the toe of the tiny stocking: 

“Dear Santa Claus: — Little Sister’s 
stocking is so small I have given 
her a basket. Please put her 
presents in it.” 

Santa Claus must have read the note, 
for the next morning the basket 
was full. 

There was a basket under each of the 
other stockings, too. 

On each one was a note, saying : — 

“Your stockings were not large enough. 
I had to get a basket for you, 
too.” 


SANTA CLAUS. 


136 


MISS MUFFET 


In Boy Blue’s basket there were a horn 
and a drum, a box of tin soldiers, 
and three books. Under the basket 
was a new red sled, 

Mary found two dolls and a trunk 
full of dresses for them, a toj^ 
kitchen, and a writing desk in her 
basket. 

Little Sister sat on the floor and began 
to take the presents out of her 
basket, one at a time. 

First, there was a big wax doll in 
a doll carriage. 

It was such a pretty doll, with a blue 
coat and white hood, all ready to 
take out to ride! 


MISS MUFFET 


137 


Then there were some picture books 
and another doll, — a big’ one that 
could open and shut her eyes. 


But what was this in the bottom of 
the basket ? It was A^ery soft and 
white and had curly hair. 



138 


MISS MUFFET 


Little Sister picked it up carefully. 

“ Put it oil your head,” said Boy Blue. 

So Sister put it on. It was a fur 
cap. 

Then she found a fur collar, and last 
of all, a dear little fur muff. 

When she had them all on, she ran 
up to her mother. 

“ See my muff. Mamma ! ” she cried. 

Then she ran to every one, saying : — 

“Muff! Muff! See my little muff!” 

“What a dear little Miss Muffet you 
are!” said Uncle Jack. 

“ Oh,” said Boy Blue, “ we shall call 
you ‘Miss Muffet’!” 

“ Merry Christmas, Miss Muffet ! ” 


Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall ; 

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall ; 

All the king’s horses, 

And all the king’s men, 

Could n’t put Humpty Dumpty together 
again. 



HUMPTY DUMPTY 


Tommy Tucker had lived on the farm 
with Grandma and Grandpa Hall 
a long time. 

He and Rags were very happy in their 
new home. 

Rags was getting fat now, and every 
Saturday he had a fine bath. 

At least Tommy said it was a fine 
bath, but Rags did not seem to 
agree with him. 

“ Bow-wow,” he would say, when he 
saw the big tub full of water, 
“I must run and hide.” 


142 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


But Tommy always found him, and 
Bag’s always had his hath. 

When school beg’an in September, 
Grandma Hall took Tommy to 
school. 

He had a new suit of clothes, a new 
pair of boots, and a pretty cap to 
match his suit. 

The school was two miles from the 
farm, so that the first morning* 
he rode in the carriage with 
Grandma Hall because she could 
not walk so far. 

Every day after that Tommy walked 
to school in the morning and home 
again at night. 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


143 


He carried his dinner in a new pail, 
and he always found something- 
very good in that pail when he 
opened it at noon. 

All the rest of the children brought 
their dinner, too, and if I should 
tell you all the things those 
children did at noon, it would 
fill a book. 

When the nuts were ripe, they went 
into the woods and gathered big- 
baskets full. 

They found pretty flowers and autumn 
leaves and made their school-room 
bright with them. 

They played ball, and hide and seek. 


144 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


Oh, there were such beautiful places 
to hide,^ — behind the wood-pile, in 
the wood-box, behind trees and 
fences, and in the woods ! 

Tommy had never had such a good 
time in his life. 

He did not play all the time, because 
he was working very hard to 
catch up with the other boys. 

Before the winter was over he was 
in the class with Jack and Jill, 
and Grandma said she was verj^ 
proud of him. 

But I must tell you of the Jack-o’- 
lanterns the children made for 
Hallowe’en. 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


145 


Tommy did not know mucli about 
Hallowe’en, for he had always 
lived in the city. 

He had seen boys make Jack-o’- 
lanterns out of paper boxes. 

But he had never seen a real pumpkin 
Jack-o’-lantern in his life. 

One day, near the last of October, the 
children were all talking about 
Hallowe’en and the fun they would 
have with their lanterns. 

“You’ll make one, won’t you, Tommy?” 
said Jack. 

Of course Tommy wanted to make one 
if the boys would show him how. 

“I know what would be fun,” said 


146 


HUMPTY DUMPT’^ 


Jill. “Let’s bring our pumpkins 
to school and make our lanterns 
at noon.” 

“Yes, yes, that is just the thing!” 
they shouted. 

“Then when they are finished we can 
ask Miss Phillips which is the 
prettiest.” 

As if a Jack-o’-lantern could ever be 
pretty 1 

The next morning there was a funny 
sight in the dressing-room. 

Under each hook was a pumpkin. 

There were big ones, little ones, fat 
ones, long ones, short ones, yellow 
ones, and green ones. 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


147 


In fact, no two pumpkins were alike, 
except of course. Jack’s and Jill’s. 

“It will never do for us to have ours 
different,” said Jill. 

So they hunted a long time to find 
two that were just alike. 

Tommy tried very hard to think of 
his arithmetic and geography and 
spelling that morning. 

But he couldn’t help thinking of his 
pumpkin, which was waiting to be 
made into a Jack-o’-lantern. 

At last it was noon. 

I am afraid the children did not care 
what they had for dinner that 
noon, and they ate very fast. 


148 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


They needed all the time they could 
get for their Jack-o’-lanterns. 

First, they cut off the top of the 
pumpkin, and cut out all the seeds. 

Then came the fun of making the 
lantern’s face. 

He must have two eyes, a nose, a 
mouth, and two ears. 

Jack cut two round holes for eyes. 

A long cut in the middle was the nose. 

The mouth curved up at both ends, and 
the holes at the sides were ears. 

Some of the lanterns had two very 
good rows of teeth. 

Tom’s pumpkin was long and narrow. 

He said it looked so much like a 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


149 


big egg that he was going to 
name it “ Hiimpty Dumpty.” 

“Oh, let’s all name our lanterns!” said 
the children. 

“Mine is so round I shall call it 
‘Tubby’,” said Jack. 

Then Jill named hers “Bubby.” 

One of the boys named his “Green Top,” 
and another was “ Big Eyes.” 

Just as the bell rang for school the 
last one was fijiished. 

How Miss Phillips laughed when the 
children marched in, each one 
carrying a funny Jack-o’-lantern! 

She said she could not tell which one 
was the prettiest. 


150 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


After she had been introduced to each 
one they were put into the hall 
to wait for school to be over. 

Hallowe’en night every lantern had a 
candle in it, and the children had 
great lun trying to frighten their 
mothers and fathers and each 
other. 

Of course Grandpa Hall jumped and 
ran when he saw a big bright face 
coming at him from the barn. 

Then Grandma Hall saw it in the Avood- 
shed, and she ran and hid behind 
the kitchen door. 

Tonimj^ played with Hunipty Dumpty 
for seAmral days. 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


151 


Saturday morning he was in the 
meadow playing with Humpty 
Durnpty when Jack and Jill came 
to ask him to go with them to 
the woods. 

Tommy put Humpty Durnpty up on 
the stone wall and ran off with 
the twins. 

Grandpa Hall’s old white cow was in 
the meadow eating grass. 

As she came near the wall she saw 
something that looked very much 
like a pumpkin. 

Mrs. Cow was fond of pumpkins, so 
she thought she would go and see 
what it really was on the wall. 


152 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


“Why, it surely is a pumpkin,” said 
Mrs. Cow, “but I wonder what 
all those holes are for.” 

Humpty Dumpty felt very much hurt to 
think that Mrs. Cow should speak 
of his eyes and mouth as holes. 

“But then, of course,” thought Humpty, 
“ she does not know that I am not a 
pumpkin now.” 

Mrs. Cow kept putting her nose nearer 
and nearer to Humpty. 

At last she got so near that she made 
him jump. 

At least, I think he must have jumped, 
for he fell from the wall to the 
ground. 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


153 



When Mrs. Cow saw the pumpkin all 
broken in pieces she thought she 
might as well eat it, and she did. 


At first she liked the pumpkin very 
much, but then she thought it 
didn’t taste just right. 


154 


HUMPTY DUMPTY 


^‘I don’t believe pumpkins with big' 
round holes in them are good to 
eat,” said Mrs. Cow. 

But when Tommy found what had 
happened to Humpty Dumpty, he 
said to Grandpa Hall, “I wonder 
which Mrs. Cow liked best, the 
Jack-o’-lantern or the candle!” 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 

The children in Miss Smith’s room had 
been just as busy as bees all day. 

Now they were tired, and they could 
not work any more. 

Mary put her head down on her desk 
and nearly went to sleep. 

Most of the boys were looking out of 
the window, because they liked to 
watch it snow. 

It had been snowing hard all day and 
they were thinking of the snow- 
balls they would make, and of the 
snow forts that they would build 
on the hill. 


156 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


How could they study when they were 
thinking of all those things? 

“Miss Smith,” said Bo-peep, looking up 
from her work, “won’t you please 
tell us a story? It is getting so 
dark that I cannot see to write.” 

Miss Smith thought a minute and then 
said, “ How would you like to play 
at being a book?” 

Every little face brightened. The boys 
looked at Miss Smith and forgot 
about the snow forts. 

Mary sat up and did not feel one bit 
sleepy. 

“Why, Miss Smith,” said Mary, “how 
can we be a book?” 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


157 


“I will show you,” said Miss Smith. 

“We will play that we are the Mother 
Goose Book. 

“You must each think of some child 
from Mother Goose land whom 
you would like to be. 

“Then each one can come to the front 
of the room and play at being that 
little child. 

“The rest of us will try to guess who 
the child is.” 

The children all thought that would be 
great fun, and for a few minutes 
it was so quiet they could almost 
hear the snow falling. 


158 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


At the end of five minutes Miss Smith 
said, “Now it is time to begin. 
You may be on the first page in 
our book, Jack. 

“You may use anything in the room 
you need to help you in acting 
your part.” 

Jack went into the hall. In a minute 
he pushed the door open a little 
way and looked in. 

Then he came into the school-room. 

He had his books under his arm, and as 
he came in very slowly he looked 
at the clock. 

“Oh, I know!” said John. “Hickory, 


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THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


161 


“No, no,” said Mary, “that is: — 

‘ A dillar, a dollar, 

A ten o’clock scholar, 

What makes you come so soon ? 

You used to come at ten o’clock. 

And now you come at noon.’ ” 

“That is right,” said Jack. “Mary 
guessed it.” 

Then it was Mary’s turn to be a page 
in the Mother Goose Book. 

When she came in she had on Miss 
Smith’s long white apron, her hair 
was done up high on her head, and 
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162 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


At last Edith stopped laughing and 
began to sing: 

“ Old woman, old woman, 

Old woman, said I. 

Oh whither, oh whither. 

Oh whither so high? 

To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky ; 

But I ’ll be back again by-and-by.” 

Yes, Edith had guessed right, so she 
ran out of the room. 

When she came back the children all 
looked and looked. 

Who could she be? 

She hadn’t changed herself one bit, 
and she only stood still and looked 
at them. 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


163 


“We are caught this time,” laughed 
Miss Smith. 

Just then a little girl in the back of 
the room jumped up and said: “Oh, 
see the curl in the middle of her 
forehead! I know who she is! 

‘ There was a little girl, 

And she had a little curl. 

And it hung right down on her forehead. 

When she was good 

She was very good indeed ; 

But when she was bad she was horrid.’ ” 

Tommy went out next, and when he 
came back he had a little toy pig 
under his arm. 

“I can think of ever so many pigs in 


164 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


Mother Goose,” said Alice. “ Have 
you been to market, Tommy?” 

“No, no,” said Tommy, “I did not buy 
this good fat pig.” 

“ I know who you are, and where you 
got your pig,” laughed Jill. 

“Tom, Tom, the piper’s son. 

Stole a pig and away he run.” 

Mistress Mary came in with her water- 
ing pot to water her flowers. 

Boy Blue was quickly guessed because 
he had a horn. 

Just as Jack and Jill came in with a 
pail of water, the bell rang. 

It was time to go home! 


THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK 


165 


Every one of the children was sorry 
not to see all of the book. 

“Some day we will play this game 
again,” said Miss Smith. “Then 
we can see the rest of the pages.” 

As they ran home together they were 
all talking of the new game. 

That night they got out their Mother 
Goose books and read them through, 
so that the next time they would 
be sure to guess every rhyme. 




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